Jim Morrison and his Shelby GT500, 50 years later |  FormulaPassion.it

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It was July 3, 1971, exactly 50 years ago, when Jim Morrison closed his eyes for the last time, definitively, leaving the world of music and not just a little poorer in ideas and talent.. The Doors star, the Lizard King, also had a passion for cars, or at least for a car. The one given to him by the president of Elektra, Jac Holzman, as a prize for the first album recorded by the band in 1967: una Nightmist Blue 1967 355 horsepower Shelby GT500 with 4-speed manual gearbox. A muscle car that bounces backwards for its grandeur, for its chivalry, and for its style.

Jim chose the Mustang after seeing the 350GT of his Los Angeles hairdresser Jay Sebring. Because of the color, it was called Blue Lady: elegant and rocker, Morrison often used it in the streets of Los Angeles breathing an air of freedom. In the summer of 1967 he drove her to a desert area near Palm Springs to begin shooting a film in which he would also star. The film was to be titled “Highway”, only to change to a more artistic “Hwy: An American Pastoral“. The story told of a hitchhiker who robbed a car, the Mustang Shelby, after killing the owner. Morrison, however, was also without half measures: with the Blue Lady he collected speeding tickets and accidents, and often he was driving not exactly sober.

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Today that Morrison Shelby GT500 is still a mystery. Because she has never been spotted in Los Angeles again, nor has she accompanied the star in his last years of life. According to the most credited version of the car’s disappearance, in the fall of 1969 Jim crashed into a telephone pole along Sunset Boulevard in the ‘city of angels’. The singer got out of the car and abandoned it, probably clouded by alcohol, to spend the evening in a club, to forget the last damage. The next morning he was gone. The end of the car and man are wrapped in the same smoky fate, after all. However Morrison loved his car and treated it like his little gem: it seems less suitable the hypothesis according to which he would have ‘forgotten’ her at the international airport of LA, without ever taking her back with him.

With regard to the case of theft, more likely, the tracks fade into the past: who knows how many hands could have touched the steering wheel of that car, which could have ended up destroyed (by accident or scrapping) as much as it could be confined to some remote garage.